I used to have a trained flock of bees. Or is it a herd? Can't remember. But them trained bees, why they'd bring that honey right to a quart mason jar I had a settin' right there on the porch. And right next to that jar, I had a little thank you waitin' for 'em with a little somethin' extree in it. (Some of that "other" liquor we made out back from corn mash). Had to be careful though, put too much in and them bees would spend the next day flyin' around in circles. Why I member one time when my neighbor, ol' Pickle Pete, we would be a settin' on the porch and he reached over and spilled a little too much of that corn liquor into their thank-you jar, and them bees just up and disappeared for 3 days. Then one day I heard all this hootin' an holloran' from the hives, hell there was even an old honky tonk a playin' in the background. I could hear glasses tinklin', cards a shufflin, and you know that damned hive was filled with queen bees? They even figured a way to put swingin' doors on that durned hive. Then one day the sheriff showed up, said he was lookin' for a couple a bees wearin' masks. I asked him what they'd done, he said they robbed a train not far from here. Guess they flew right in a open winder, robbed old ladies of their jewelry, old men of their pocket watches, and flew right back out the winder with the loot. He said the train never even stopped. I scratched my head said, I'll be damned. He said there was a wanted poster out on 'em. I asked him what they'd looked like? He said, small, had a pair of wings, black and yeller stripes. Told him I'd keep a look out, and asked if there was a re-ward. He said yep, 10 dollars was the re-ward.
But you know how I know this story is all BS? Ain't no train tracks for miles around.